Lyrics Crazy - Z-RO

My mind just goes off and wanders 'cause it ain't stable
See, I be fantasizing 'bout putting food on the table
'Cause in the ghetto, my hood, prison is promised to us
Some of us let jail teach us, some let college do it
They think I'm nothing 'cause I don't get up and get a job
But I be trying, the only thing I get, is getting hard
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Holla if you hear me and you with me now
Got my life right with God you haters come and get me now
50 rounds is what I'ma be sprayin'
That's on my mama, God rest her soul
Nigga, picture me praying
Foes gon' weave and bleed, follow my lead
When I'm sober I can't focus, pass that weed to me
And dedication's all day long
Seem like when I'm going through it, my partners stay gone
But it's all gravy, baby
'Cause I want you to hate me
Calico, we stay off safety
Murder motherfuckers if they make me

Will I go crazy?
I don't, I don't know
The pain is fucking with me lately
It don't, it don't show (everybody hatin')
I can't, I can't let it faze me
'Cause I, 'cause I can't stop
I'm more than just a ghetto baby
'Cause I'ma reach the top

Like, like Pac, I'll be the last motherfucker in this bitch breathing
And feel me, money over niggas be my pledge of allegiance
Whether a saint or a heathen, I'm awake or I'm sleeping
No dirt inside my credentials, bitches gon' have they own reasons
This how we up in the game, I'm 'bout my paper, fuck fame
The last day you gon' see, we roll down feeling shame
This how the lesson's gangstafied, been a chaser since youth
Better not go squabbling for respect, to see who got the most juice
B-been a witness to the struggle, days and spots have been missed
The devil huffing like a wolf, that's why I'm building with bricks
We seen and heard plenty shit, from ghetto baby to woman
It's either keep your head above the water or get swept under
Been a guerilla in the mist, this man a soldier be marching
Now valet and curb service, once fought for handicap parking
When more days get brighter, my tribulations get lighter
Was nonchalant about my life, now I'm a Southern street fighter

Will I go crazy?
I don't, I don't know
The pain is fucking with me lately
It don't, it don't show (everybody hatin')
I can't, I can't let it faze me
'Cause I, 'cause I can't stop
I'm more than just a ghetto baby
'Cause I'ma reach the top

Don't be telling me 'bout no riffraff, I'm busta-free
All about my whip, you don't need nobody to fuck with me
I'ma keep my 12 gauge, the only company I need
Can't forget about hydro, and a pint of codeine
Flipping to Austin from, from Houston, on a mission to make green
Either stop fucking with some of my people, 'cause they wasn't ready
Fuck the whole wide world, it's just me and my dreams
And anybody roll Glock is gon' be seeing my beams